Tigris Eden

I try not to pick favorites really I do but out of ARCO there are none... I loved all the men and women of ARCO equally the same... With that being said Wyatt Kennedy aka Jasper... *Melts* I love that name by the way one of the best names ever!  So Wyatt's missing or so we thought and then he meets up with Faith Black and then some shit goes down... One, their sexual interludes are the stuff all girls dreams should be made of! He sets the bar for ummmm creativity and lets just say he has a way with words that will melt your ummm yeah you get what I'm saying.. Faith is one lucky lady!   Dammit! I should have asked him some questions and sorry folks didn't get a candid with him or Faith... Next time! 

Okay lets meet Wyatt... I'm gonna call him Jasper cause I just am... Also the name Wyatt reminds me of Tombstone, only I wasn't into Wyatt I totally wanted a piece of Doc Holiday... "I'm your huckleberry" YEAYA! Okay back to the story at hand. These two love birds are thrust into a situation that could turn out deadly for them both, but ARCO conquers all! Okay and Love and the Smexy Smexy.... 

ACRO Operative: Wyatt Kennedy

Rap Sheet: Ex-Navy SEAL - Recruited for ACRO after accusations that he killed his stepbrother. ACRO changed his name (file deleted.) He is still reported MIA /AWOL from the Navy.

Skill: Telekinesis, combined with a sexual pull ACRO scientists so far failed to explain. Can manipulate inanimate objects outside the body and human sexual responses. Some Psychic Imaging Ability, which, when used, will drain his telekinetic powers.

Notes: Committed to a mental institution from ages 14 – 16 for misunderstood psychic gifts.

Mission Status: Following mission to acquire Remy Begnaud, Wyatt Kennedy disappeared on assignment. Current status – missing, presumed dead.

Snippet: 

"Oh, God." Groaning, she threw her head back onto Wyatt's hard shoulder. 

"you like that. You like the water licking your pussy, fucking you hard."

She couldn't answer, could barely breathe as he spread her swollen flesh with his fingers, exposing her even more to the frothy jet. She pulled her feet up against her butt, braced them on his knees so every inch of her sensitvie flesh could benefit from the gurgling spurts.

Hot bubbles danced over her clit, stroking and pulsing. She whimpered, and Wyatt closed his mouth over hers, swallowing the sounds of her climax as it took her with such force her hips came up out the water. 

The walls of her pussy were still convulsing when Wyatt lifted her and settled her on her knees on the bench so she was bent over the edge of the Jacuzzi.  He entered her hard, stuffed her deliciously full. She pushed back against him, taking everything he could give.

Snippet from LOD:

Larrisa:

Okay, a little taste…here’s a brief excerpt of Eternal Rider. In this scene, the heroine, Cara, is watching Ares, the hero, walk off. For a very short time, she thinks his name is Jeff:

Cara watched Jeff saunter away, her belly fluttering madly, her palms sweating around the business card and money, but for once, it wasn’t fear that made her so jittery. The man was hypnotically gorgeous…and without a doubt, he was the person kissing her in the weird dream/memory she’d had.

So even though she didn’t remember him bringing the dog to her, clearly, her brain cells had taken detailed notes. You just couldn’t completely forget a guy who stood well over six-and-a-half feet tall, radiated confidence, power, and sex. Oh, yes…sex. She might not have had sex in years, but she remembered it, and feminine instinct told her that one night with Jeff would be better than all other nights in her past combined.

And his smell, the masculine, spicy fragrance that had wafted from him might as well have been an aphrodisiac. Common sense told her she should be terrified, but her hormones were trying to beat her fear into submission.

A shiver of appreciation wracked her as she gazed after him, unable to tear her eyes away from his graceful, rolling gait. His tan cargo pants hugged his butt in an obscenely nice fit, and his back muscles formed a symphony of movement under his shirt. In the sunlight, his brown hair glinted with reddish highlights, and she could only imagine the number of women who had run their fingers through those messy locks while arching beneath that spectacular body.

Regret was a bitter lump in her throat that no amount of swallowing was going to clear. The most handsome man she’d ever seen had asked her on a date, and she’d reacted like he’d offered to murder her. Would it really have been that bad to accept? To maybe meet him somewhere public, so she’d have her own vehicle and there would be no pressure?

As if Jeff sensed her eyes on him, he slowed, and her heart kicked into a higher gear. In an agonizingly unhurried motion, he turned his head to look over his shoulder at her, a long lock of hair falling over his forehead and one eye. Their gazes met. Tangled. Awareness washed through her in a hot, liquid rush of oh…my…God. No man had ever affected her like that, especially not from just a look. His mouth tipped up in a cocky, sensual smile, as if he knew what she’d been thinking…and knew he could give it to her like she’d never had it before. Sweet baby Jesus, she nearly choked on her own tongue.

Men had acted stupid over women since the beginning of time and tonight proved no exception. It wasn’t even midnight and Mace Stevens had already broken up three near misses and one full blown fight. Caleb had nearly been the recipient of a chair to the head while trying to tend bar on one of the busiest nights of the year, the Friday after Thanksgiving.

His grandfather used to say, when the weather gets bad around here, there isn’t much else to do but drink and make babies. Mace hoped the baby-making portion of the evening was going to start soon, didn’t care if it started happening right on top of the bar, because at least everyone would be too distracted to throw down.

“Lighten up, man.” Caleb shoved a beer at him. “It’s almost over.”

“No it’s not. Not by a long shot.” He shook his head and then took a long pull from the bottle.

“Cut the gloom and doom shit, all right? Go get laid or something.”

In Caleb's mind these days, getting laid was never a bad thing - and once upon a time it hadn't been for Mace, either. Sex used to be a distraction. But that was before they'd been captured and tortured, before they'd come home on extended leave from the Army.

Before Gray was killed.

Tonight, like all the others since then, there were no distractions to be had. The storm bearing down on this region had even the most weather resistant people resigned to waiting this one out.

Plows would run as they could, but since the next day was the Saturday of a holiday weekend, no one much cared much about the possibility of being snowed in. Now that the auto plant closed two towns over, most of the locals were struggling. Friday night in a bar was the time for them to forget their troubles.

But Mace’s were just beginning. He’d had the feeling in his gut all day, couldn’t shake it, had snapped at Caleb for no reason and now the two bartenders were also giving him a wide berth.

Cael, not so much. He was used to Mace’s moods – even with Caleb’s memory loss, he seemed to understand instinctively that his friend was - and always had been, a moody bastard.

And then the door opened and his world tilted a one-eighty for the second time in less than three months.

The woman framed there looked like an angel. Light from the parking lot shone in behind her, illuminating her like some kind of protective aura and he most definitely wasn’t the only man who noticed her.

But he was the only one who knew exactly who she was.

Paige Grayson. The woman he’d promised Gray he’d take care of if she ever needed anything.

My little sister, Gray would call her when they first became friends, but even from the pictures Mace had seen before he’d met her, Paige hadn’t looked like a little sister. She’d looked gorgeous, the stuff of fantasies.

Seeing her in person that first time four years earlier only made him realize that the recent pictures Gray had taken with her hadn’t done her justice at all.